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Sole Wolf mocked, “So what if you have three Ultimate Class warriors? Zeke can defeat all of you single-handedly. Is
this the power you speak of?”
Valdemar shook his head. “Of course not. Comrades, let's show him what the Ninth Branch is made of!”
“Sure!”
At once, the three Ultimate Class warriors' shadows parted from their bodies.
Their shadows had the consciousness to take action independently and could even analyze situations.
Most importantly, their shadows could unleash Invincible Wave Energy, too!
It meant that they had a total of six Ultimate Class warriors!
It was a battle of six Ultimate Class warriors against four Ultimate Class warriors.
No wonder they were extremely confident of winning the fight.
“Damn it!” Sole Wolf cursed. “This is strange. I've never seen anything like that!”
Right then, Aksel regained his senses after being knocked out cold from the pain flaring in his chest.
He immediately hollered, “Kill him! Hurry, take their lives!”
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Another sword flew out and stabbed into the other side of Aksel's chest.
It was thrown out by Killer Wolf who then declared, “Shut the f*ck up! If you're capable, get up here and fight
against us!”
Aksel fell silent.
F*ck you. I'm pinned here. There's no way I can join the fight!
When both sides were about to engage in an intense fight, the red coffin suddenly vibrated furiously again.
It vibrated at such an intense frequency that water spurt into the air, creating a fountain at least ten meters tall.
The coffin spun around until it faced Zeke.
Roar!
A furious roar sounded inside the coffin.
It was deafening and magnificent.
Around a dozen of weak warriors' arteries were severed. They collapsed onto the ground with blood oozing out of
their faces and ears.
The red coffin was fuming mad.
Valdemar and the others trembled fearfully as they got down on their knees. “Quasar, please calm down. We shall
rid of them now. They won't be able to stain the Ninth Branch of Netherworld!”
“Zeke, take action!” they declared.
“Asger Williams!” the coffin suddenly uttered.
Its voice was not very clear though.
Asger Williams seems like someone's name.
Zeke had no idea who Asger was, but he found it strange that the coffin would address him with this name.
However, his sixth sense told him that this person was related to him, for they shared the same surname.
He immediately inquired, “What did you just say?”
The red coffin answered angrily, “Asger Williams!”
This time, his voice was clear enough. Indeed, the name was Asger Williams.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmZeke prompted, “Who is Asger Williams? Why did you mention his name to me?”
The red coffin retorted, “How are you related to Asger? Tell me now!”
“I don't know who Asger is. I've never even heard of him,” came Zeke's reply.
The red coffin hollered, “You're lying! A liar! I smell that old bugger on you and that young girl! You must be his
descendants!”
Huh? Zeke furrowed his brows in confusion.
After all, his father was Diego, not Asger.
Besides, his father was a businessman.
There was nothing to connect him to this antique red coffin.
In fact, they didn't belong to the same generation.
Suddenly, something occurred to Zeke.
He asked eagerly, “Is Asger Williams also known as Pietro White?”
“Yes. That's what everyone else calls him,” the red coffin replied.
Realization dawned on Zeke. “Oh, so his name is Asger Williams. We share the same family name by coincidence.
Asger is my master.”
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